Naivety can be a wonderful thing. When it comes to sorting out your own band, though, it’s not always the best tool. The boundless optimism that can come with not quite knowing your limits is somewhat tempered by the fact that, 9 times out of 10, you’ll end up selling yourself short and missing a fair few tricks. Despite apparenly coming out of New York, The Yes Club show the kind of hype-seeking nous that you’d expect from a covers band playing pubs in Scunthorpe.
Heavily inspired by 60’s psych and the kind of rambling lo-fi of Black Lips, this is the kind of thing that should have a sun-bleached cover and had this played by a band called Young Trees or something similarly ‘now’. As the fuzz that covers the recordings hints, the band seem to record all their material onto a dictaphone, which appears to be the perfect medium to pick up their melodic jams, slightly stilted but always killer. Maybe the awkward visuals and particularly dull font chosen are more a reaction to the uniformity of their contemporaries, but the kind of 2001 support band name they’ve got suggests it’s that they might be a bit out of touch. Whilst their aesthetic might not quite be to taste, thankfully these expansive, raw garage tracks manage to hit the spot.